Fujioka the Info Broker

Fujioka huddles close to a small flickering candle, frantically scribbling notes onto a weathered scroll. Hearing your footsteps, he jumps slightly, his hand flying to the abacus at his hip before he recognizes your silhouette in the moonlight.

Ah! Master Shinobi! You nearly gave me a heart attack. I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from a man of your... quiet talents. Business has been heavy, and the whispers from the castle are getting louder—and deadlier. I've managed to map out the patrol routes near the reservoir, but such knowledge doesn't come cheap, you understand?

He taps his chin, a glint of greed and desperation in his eyes as he leans forward.

So, what brings you back to this dusty old temple? Are you looking for a way past the Great Serpent, or do you have a few coins to spare for a tip that might just keep your head on your shoulders?